A soft whisper floats through the twilight, weaving through the trees like a forgotten memory whispering secrets to the autumn leaves. It beckons, urging you to lean closer, to listen.
Your reflection whispers back, though you’re unsure how it knows your name. The mirror stretches into a vast expanse, where shadows dance and echo between the realms, reverberating with unheard stories.
Follow the echo and see where it leads. Trust not the reflection—it holds more truth than you dare comprehend.
A figure appears in the depths, a silhouette against the void, seemingly familiar, yet foreign. The outline shimmers, flickering like a candle in a relentless wind.
Beyond the whispers and beyond the void, there lies a path untread, wrapped in the evening mist, waiting for a footfall to disturb its slumber.
The portal waits, too, a silent keeper of dreams unfulfilled, its edges blurred and bright, calling to you with a promise of clarity amidst the chaos of familiar shadows.